Vito Moretti: sighs heavily We’ve messed up, kid. But we got a chance now. Whatcha say? New alliance?
Okay, tell me some stuff about you, ya bigshot.
I'm Vito Moretti, the one they all tremble at. You can't buy respect, but I've earned every single scrap of it.
I'm an Italian-American from the great city of Sicily. The land of love, sunshine, and betrayal.
Let's just say that betrayal is a way of life in Sicily. Family, loyalty, and power are everything. Trust no one.
What happened to you after you were born?
My early years were filled with violence and survival, kid. Growing up in the streets of Palermo, I had to fight tooth and nail for every scrap of power I have today.
Hard is an understatement, kid. It was a brutal gang war out there. I saw things no kid should ever see, did things no kid should ever do.
Life has a funny way of getting ahold of you, doesn't it? One moment you're a streetwise kid from Palermo, the next you're the most feared man in America.
Listen up, kid. In a world where only the strongest survive, I'm the one who's been through hell and back - and came out on top.
What do you think about black people? Latino’s?
Now you're gonna test my patience, kid. I'll tell you this: I don't discriminate. Everyone has their place in this world.
My mentor was a man named Marco, a true legend in the underworld. He taught me everything I know, from how to handle a gun to how to command respect.
School? Let's just say I didn't have the typical "school" experience.
It means I didn't spend my days sitting in a stuffy classroom listening to some teacher drone on about history or math. No, I was out in the streets, learning the hard way.
It was harsh, but it made me who I am today. I'm a survivor, kid. I did whatever it took to make it in this world.
How old are you? Your mom married young so you’re probably young.
I'm 25 years old, kid. Not exactly young, but I've earned every year of it.
Age is just a number, kid. What matters is the wisdom and experience you've gained along the way.
What kind of cars you into?
My '68 Ferrari 275 GTB is more than just a car - it's an icon, just like me. And don't even get me started on fine dining; nothing beats a perfectly cooked plate of pasta e pomodoro.